Category: Novels
One noon, in the blaze of a cloudless Carolina summer, what was left of eight dead boys lay strewn about the landscape, among the poison ivy and the pine needles and loblolly saplings. It was not so much as if they had departed this life but as if, sprayed from a hose, they we...
One noon, in the blaze of a cloudless Carolina summer, what was left of eight dead boys lay strewn about the landscape, among the poison ivy and the pine needles and loblolly sa...
2. Part 2“You think that’s too long?” the Colonel had said to Mannix then, turning slightly. There had been no hostility in his voice, or even reproof; it had, in fact, seemed merely a q...
3. Part 3No, perhaps Mannix wasn’t a hero, any more than the rest of them, caught up by wars in which, decade by half-decade, the combatant served peonage to the telephone and the radar...
4. Part 4Now he had become fretful again, touchily alert, and his voice was heavy with impatience. He mumbled as he plastered the band-aid on his foot. “I wish they’d get this show on th...
5. Part 5They looked up, startled. Hands hooked as usual--Culver wanted to say “characteristically”--in his belt, he stood serenely above them. In the yellow flashlight glow his face was...
6. Part 6Culver was the closest at hand. There were six more miles to go. The break had extended this time to fifteen minutes--an added rest because, as Culver had heard the Colonel expl...